Part two

Leaning closer into her hug of the statue, the one without moves to press a kiss to it's cheek. As her lips brush the cold of the metal, reality shifts, and so does her statue seat, and metal lips, chapped with veridgris, press a kiss to her cheek in return.
The one with jumps as her statuesque seat also moves, stretching and uncrossing his legs. The pair look at each other, fighting back screams, seeing in each other's eyes that they are suffering from the same hallucination, or are falling down the same rabbit hole.
Looking from each other to their surroundings, by instinct they are stilled, despite the natural reaction to jump up and run away wailing when the thing you were sitting on comes to life. Besides.. where would they run to now? The world around them had changed beyond any normal recognition.
The few people who had been walking nearby were far from gone, they were rooted to the spot, their motion halted, some mid-step, legs now jutting, oddly bent in the air, as solid as oak, as still as statues... if the statues themselves were not now moving.
With a single touch, the two dumbstruck women were transformed into little girls by the terror and magic of the situation. Lifted from their seats on the statues' laps they were set down gently by hands much larger than any in life.
Reaching out to grasp onto each other, both friends' hands met with a touch colder than human flesh. In this world, it would seem that life as they knew it, was unheard of.
Lifting cold fingertips to press against the even colder spot on her cheek where the statue's lips had touched, the one without looks up into the now mobile and expressive face of the statue and stammers... "H..how?"
Gripping tightly to her friends hand, the one with's face clearly but silently echos the question.
A slow smile spreads acropss the lips of the two statues as they clamber down from their stone seats, their own eyes meeting with great amusement as they are joined by their fellows from the other corners of the monument.
A loud, earth shattering crash resounds as the largest figure atop the plinth jumps to earth. Straightening slowly he speaks in a low rumble of a voice, like pistons in heavy machinery, groaning into life after long neglect..
"You have seen glimpses of our world... we have observed this. Now, you shall see all we can show"
Turning, the statues beckon the pair to follow. Still gripping hands, the one with scoops up her bag and camera, the one without's gaze falling on the cracked and broken paving slab where the statue landed. Squeezing her friends hand she murmurs as they hurry after the statues "Do you suppose that's how they all get broken?"